When I was born, my parents named me Katie. Well, okay, technically they named me Mary (that’s what’s on my birth certificate) but always intended to call me Katie. That was back in the days when lots of girls were named Mary Chris, Mary Pat, Mary This, Mary That… but weren’t actually called Mary. So, until I was 5, everyone called me Katie.
Then Kindergarten happened. And my 5-year-old self informed the teacher that my name was Mary and I was to be called that. I then proceeded to make everyone else I knew begin calling me Mary instead of Katie. Why did I decide to change my name? I have no idea what was going on in my young brain, but as an adult I’ve speculated that it’s because we’d recently moved to Denver and lived almost next door to a family with two twin girls – one of whom was named Katie. Strangely enough, her real name was also Mary Something.
I’ve been Mary ever since. Kudos to my family for going along with my self-inflicted name change.
Why am I telling you all of this? Because it kind of relates to why one of my 
favorite books growing up was Katy and the Big Snow by Virginia Lee Burton. Oh, how I loved the story of Katy, the bulldozer/snow plow who did her work in the City of Geopolis and saved the day one particularly snowy winter. I adored the detailed illustrations with maps of the town so that I could follow Katy’s route as she made it safe for the mail carrier to continue his route and the doctor to get his patient to the hospital. But most of all, I loved that Katy and I shared the same name (albeit a slightly different spelling).
Finding yourself (or even just your name) in a children’s book is a powerful thing. Each year, I am fortunate enough to be able to gift each child whom I visit in my preschool outreach a brand new book. As the kids in one class were making their selections, one young lady saw Anna Quinn’s Lola at the Library. The book features an adorable, smiling African-American child as she makes her regular visit to the library. The young lady pointed at the book, eyes wide, and said “I want THAT one.” What made this encounter so powerful? The girl who chose the book looked EXACTLY like Lola in the story. Right down to the pigtails.
Children need to feel like they are important and have worth, and seeing yourself and your story reflected in a book provides some measure of that. Just as I was proud to share a name with hero snowplow Katy, my young book selector probably was proud to see that she, or a child that looked like her, could be the star of her own story.
What story are YOU the star of? Are there any books that made you think “hey, that’s me!”?
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I was tickled to get “My Name Is Elizabeth!” because my legal name IS Elizabeth, but I have always been known by one of the many diminutives. And I almost always introduce myself as “Lisa”, because if I say I’m “Elizabeth” people immediately think it’s okay to call me Liz.
And it isn’t 😀
Bridget Fidget although it’s a newer title and a young patron recently pointed out that I have the same name as the girl in I Took My Frog to the Library. Great post, Mary!
Thanks for asking Mary!
Ferdinand the Bull (Leaf, Lawson) – I was a big kid and the pressure in our small town was to play sports – I played football etc, but secretly felt like Ferdinand who would rather chill in the grass, who really didn’t like bashing up against other guys… Another one was Beady Bear (Freeman). The wind-up teddy bear was left alone at home while his owner left for the weekend. Beady leaves the house with a flashlight and hikes up to a cave … Having been raised by a single parent who was away most of the time, I could relate.
I became a professional touring musician … I am sure I was effected by the stories of the peaceful bull and the adventurous bear!
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